{A girl is sitting in front of a computer in a really big leather chair. She's really tall w/ curly brown hair, wearing tan baggy jeans & a tan shirt. Limp Bizkit' "I'm broke" is playing. A cat with blackish/brownish/tanish striped and a white belly walks in and jumps up on the dest and starts cleaning himself. The door opens and Cartman, Stan, Kyle, Kenny & Kathleen walk in. The girl doesn't hear them}

Cartman: (yelling) AYH!

{the girl jumps up, startled. She then looks down}

Wackogirl: What the Hell do you want?

Cartman: Well, we…

Stan: Wanted to…

Kyle: Talk to you…

Kenny: (About your fan…)

Kathleen: Fic writing. Hey, what…

Stan: The fuck? Why are…

Cartman: We talking like…

Kenny: (This?)

Wackogirl: Because it pisses you off. Plus, it’s fun.

Kyle: Well,

Stan: Stop

Cartman: It

Kathleen: You

Kenny: (Bitch)

Wackogirl: Alright, it’s hard to write it like this anyway.

Cartman: It'a about time, you butt-licker.

Wackogirl: Alright, what the hell do you want?

Kenny: (Your fanfics suck! You always make me out to be a sick little bastard!)

Kyle: Yeah, and you made Hanson be in two of them!

Stan: Please don't remind me.

Wackogirl: I don't like Hanson either, I did it for my friends.

Kathleen: And why am I a homeless drug dealer?

Wackogirl: I'm not sure, it seamed like a good idea when I made you up, so I went from there.
Cartman: And you made that stupid Jerry story. You made me gay!

Wackogirl: Hehe, that WAS funny. {Eye's widen} OH! Another fanfic idea! Yes!

All:NO!

{Kathleen pulls on Wackogirls shirt untill the two are face to face}

Kathleen: Listen here you like uncle fucka, it's bad enough you wrote all those stupid no plot stories, it's bad enough you made me out to be a Britany Queers wanna-be in that Jerry story, now you're gonna make me spend two days hancuffed to Pip!

Wackogirl: How'd you know that?

Kathleen: I checked all your unfinished stories.

Wackogirl: AHY! I never gave permision for you to do that! Now you must suffer!

Kathleen: Oh really, and how will you do that?

Wackogirl: Watch

{A huge stage appears. REALLY bad music starts playing. Stan's eyes go wide}

Kyle: Stan, what is it?

Stan: {worried} it's... it's {gulp} Backstreet Boys!

All: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Cartmna: NO! Please, anything but them.

Wackogirl: Your right, that's too cruel. {snaped fingers. The music changes, Stan screams again.}

Stan: NO!

Kylre: What?!

Stan: The Spice Girls!

{The Spice Girls walk out on the stage, that song with the video where they sing in front of a big miror or something in the desert (I forget the name) Everyone screams and runs away. Kenny gets knocked over by Cartman and falls down. Baby spice jumps down off the stage and kills him with her stupid paltforms)

Baby Spice: Girl Power! Or something. {insert fake smile here}

Wackogirl: Stan? Kyle? Oh well. {clears throat} Oh my God! They killed Kenny! You bastards!

Stan: {off stage} Oh my God, that sucked ass!

Kyle: {off stage} You suck!

The end.